been thinking a lot about routine and structure recently. Since starting my new
job at the beginning of June, I’ve been trying to work in a vague routine. Wake
at 7, out the door at 8:30am, back home at 5:30pm and depending on the day of
the week, either back out for things in the evening or at home trying to
balance between some time spent doing housework and making time for things I
enjoy such as blogging, knitting, watching tv etc. Wrap everything up by 9:45pm
so I can tidy up for half an hour or so, then I have 45 minutes (ish) to
meditate and get ready for bed. This is for weekdays by the way, weekends are a
bit more anything goes.
The waking up, going to bed, leaving and returning to the house times tend to be adhered to pretty well but everything else seems to go out of the window half the time. Yet, I know I feel best when I’m in a routine and being equal parts productive and resting. I am fully aware that real life cannot be portioned up into neat little blocks of time, things come out of the blue and plans change, but why, when it’s not due to out of the blue things, do I still seem to let my routine slip, knowing full well this will set me up to fail?
Hello again, it’s been a while (again…). I am hopefully back for a little while at least with this blog.
For those that are new here, hello, welcome! It’s nice to have you here. I say that I’m going to get back into writing repeatedly, but never do, so we’ll see how long this lasts! I’ll let you into a secret though, I have actually got a lot more posts lined up already! So that’s all very exciting.
It’s been a while but I’m back writing. But this time I’m not really sure what I’m writing about. All I know is that I really miss writing.
So here goes, firstly, since my last post, I’ve got a job, yay! It’s back in the Environmental sector but using my office skills which is pretty great and it’s part time, which was a reality I needed to face. Full time work was just too much, no matter how much I try and ignore my health.
This title sounds very dramatic but I couldn’t think of a softer way to say things. Once again, I’ve come back to my blog when I feel like I need it most. So much for trying to post more regularly again now, we all know it’s a lie every time I say it. An unintentional lie, I hasten to add, but this time I’m not gonna say it! Maybe this will be the first post of a regular posting spree, maybe it’s not.
Anyway, I’m back to blogging because I need to write and find the comfort I get from blogging again.
Hello there! It’s been a while, hasn’t it?! I’m not going to apologise, I am a little sad it’s been so long but I’m back and hopefully able to dedicate a bit more time over the next weeks and months to my writing, which excites me.
What happened? Well, life happened. I did really well churning out content in March and I was so happy with all that, but to be honest I’d given up social media and funnily enough had a lot more time on my hands *hangs head in shame* and I was in a proper routine. I went away in April which threw things off kilter and then at the end of the month some big changes happened. I’m not going into details but since then I’ve been metaphorically flailing around not quite sure what to do. I’ve had some pretty big emotions going on with it all too so it’s been hard, I’m not gonna hide that.
When was the last time you heard someone say ‘I’m lonely’? You just don’t hear it do you, but from various conversations I’ve had about this over the last few years, everyone gets lonely. Humans as a species are made to live in groups, we’re not solitary creatures and it goes against our nature to live in such a manner. As with everything there’s an exception to every rule and there are some people who live completely solitary lifestyles and if that suits them, that’s fine by me. I’m not here to say they shouldn’t live like that at all, but it doesn’t mean that everyone else enjoys being alone.
Everyone has a ‘happy place’, much as it’s a clichéd saying, it’s true. Everyone has somewhere that they go to, to escape, to breathe, to forget about their problems for a while, or at least have somewhere to process said problems and to enjoy some time with only themselves for company. Sometimes though, I find that life gets busy and takes over and you never visit this place anymore. Or if you do, it’s rarely and not necessarily on your own and therefore it doesn’t serve the above purpose.
If I’m being honest, whilst still keeping a sense of vagueness so my entire life isn’t plastered over the internet, this past week has not been my best one. It went downhill from last Monday onwards and with a few shocks and turns, is hopefully moving forwards again. On Monday evening though, I came home feeling utterly miserable and with no Aidan at home, I decided to go back to my happy place.
Hello! I’ve been away for a couple of weeks because I was super busy just after Easter getting ready for the holiday I’ve just come back from. I went to Slovenia with my husband and parents for a six-night stay and it was Uh-May-Zing. Much as I’d love to dive straight into tales of the incredible time I’ve had, we only got back to our house today and I’ve not had a chance to sort photos, organise my thoughts etc yet so I’ll be getting to that this week.
In the mean time now that we’re back I’ve realised that I’ve been really lax in taking care of myself the past few weeks. I started the new year doing really well, I was taking good care of my body and mind and feeling better, managing to ride the winter blues better than I have done the past few years but as my life got busier this past month or so, I’ve been letting myself regress and I need to get back on track. It’s not going to be about me having a hard time, by the way, it’s some tips and tricks of things to do to look after myself again.
There’s something about music that’s so powerful, it touches nerves and makes you really truly feel, in a way unlike anything else. It’s a constant in my life and, obviously, in the lives of millions of others around the world. From it’s use in film scores to background music on hold lines, it gets into almost every nook and cranny of every day life and it’s something that has the power to completely transport you to a different place.
I’ve grown up with a wide ranging taste in music thanks to my parents. We listened to the radio far more than we watched TV and their choice of station was Radio 2 which gave a mix of both older and more current songs. We also listened to a lot of CDs and records, especially in the car and thanks to my Dad, Led Zeppelin IV and Rumours by Fleetwood Mac will always be two albums I hold extremely dearly in my heart. They remind me of long car journeys with my parents and my childhood.
I chose the picture for this post because the sea is obviously apt for the post title but now I kinda wanna go back to the warm seas of Mykonos in May (snapped this on my hols last year) instead of being in the snowy depths of Essex in Winter (I say winter, it’s March ffs)…
Anyway, I decided to start blogging again as I said in my first post and it’s because I’m feeling a little bit confused about life and want to blog and write to feel better.
Don’t get me wrong, from the outside looking in, I know my life is pretty sweet and for that I am very grateful. I’m married, have a good job at a great company getting to do all sorts of cool stuff in the West End of London and I go on many a cool adventure but deep down, there’s some niggles there and I need somewhere to write them out and process them. So that’s gonna be here.